Woven Hand - The Quiver

Who my mother who my brother who am I sister
Suffer them unto him, man after God's own heart
Surely goodness and mercy they stalk me lion and prey
Sowing tears reaping song
He go out weeping, he come in singing bearing sheaves
The gates, on his back strong
I smell the field on you child in the water weeping mother on the shore
O walk with him, walk with him and be no more
Who my mother who my brother who my sister who am I
Steel steed a tremble
O, who do I resemble - this stumbling man that no man can number who my mother
Who my brother - sister steel a tremble
Who do I resemble in the sky
A song of ascent
Scattering lightning and arrows he sent out the starry host
Calling each one by name not one is missing his quiver is filled
He will do all His will - o the joy o the joy
They are not ashamed ashamed at the gates let me speak with the enemy at the gate
The battle to the gate
Arrows in the hand of the Mighty One let me speak with the gate
The gate, my old dear enemy
At the gate
Let us speak at the gate, let us speak at the gate